Page 12 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Don’t sleep on the floor,” I said, dropping my gaze to my feet.
“It’s fine, really,” he said with a small chuckle. It was like he was trying to reassure me that it was okay, but I wasn’t giving up.
“Sleep in the bed. You kind of have to. My mother will just know if you sleep on the floor. Don’t ask me to explain that. She’s got like this crazy sixth sense for those types of things.” I sighed and shook my head. It wasn’t a lie, she really did. “So, since you got us into this lie, you have to follow through all the way.”
“Uh,” he said, the sound going on a beat longer than what might have been cool. He shifted his ass back on the bed and twisted his body so he could look at me full on.
You know, I never noticed how strong and defined his forearms were.
As I noticed this, I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming all over Remy’s body, taking in as much of it as I could.
Hm. I guess I’d never really paid attention to what he looked like before.
As my gaze landed back on his face, this odd half-smile tipped up the right side of his mouth. It was almost a smirk, but less smarmy than what I imagined one would look like on him. It held a hint of mischief. And that was when I noticed how the light brown scruff was perfectly trimmed around his mouth.
“Mi,” he said, and I shook my head while blinking away the daze.
“What?Yourwhat? Did you leave something downstairs?” Was I supposed to go get it for him? I mean, I didn’t mind. I just wasn’t sure what the hell was going on.
He chuckled, his head ducking like he wanted to hide his amusement from me.
There he went, making me feel like I was stupid and missing out on something.
I was back to disliking him.
Huffing out a breath, I stomped around the bed, ignoring his presence as I walked past him. I shut the door to the bathroom a little more forcefully than necessary.
Whatever he needed, he could fetch himself. Hell, with those forearms, he could probably do a walking handstand to get it.
Regret coiled in my gut right after the nasty thought.
I brushed my teeth a little more vigorously than was healthy. But they did feel squeaky clean after. Once I was done, I reached for my deodorant, adding a little extra just in case. And maybe taking another moment before I faced Remy again.
As I pulled open the door and exited the bathroom, my eyes instantly landed on a now also shirtless Remy, tossing the covers to the side and maneuvering between them. He did his best not to look at me. Which, for some fucking reason, really bothered me. Though, I didn’t have a clue why. It wasn’t like I wanted his attention. I didn’t even want him here.
So, then why was I still going along with this plan? All I had to do was open my mouth and tell my parents there was no way in hell I’d ever date Remy.
But I hadn’t. And now it felt like it was too late.
“You getting in?” he asked, and now his attention was on me, making me wonder how long I’d been standing there lost in my head.
One of his manly brows was raised higher than what should have been considered normal. How did he even do that? He was like Dwayne Johnson in my fantasies. But the idea that Remy could even play an extra in those dirty fantasies that I sometimes might have had was laughable. No. And I was firmly set on that.
“Um, yeah,” I said, and heat began to crawl up my neck for a reason that I couldn’t explain.
My feet didn’t want to move, so I ended up standing there a beat longer. Then finally, I was able to get my body and brain connected. I shuffled quickly to my side of the bed and reluctantly peeled the covers back. Then I slid in, trying to act as normal as possible.
Telling myself that Remy wasn’t really there was not something that was working. Probably because I could hear him shifting around, the sheets rustling with his every move. The bed rocked slightly. Thank God I’d splurged on a good mattress and the rocking was nothing more than a whisper against my body. However, that whisper was like an earthquake right now.
Removing my glasses, I tucked them into the safety of their case for the night, then set the case on the table next to the bed. Determined not to give this day one more thought, I turned off the bedside light, then punched my pillow a few times before rolling on my side and closing my eyes.
“I said Mi.” I heard him say softly, leaving me just as confused as when he’d said it before. “Short for Milo. I don’t know…” The bed shook a little again, and somehow, I knew it was because he was attempting to shrug. “I just didn’t want you to think I was making fun of you. I wasn’t.”
“But you laughed at me,” I said without rolling over to face him.
“Because you’re really cute sometimes. The way you can miss something so simple. It’s adorable.” There was a pause, and I didn’t fill it because I didn’t have the first clue what to say. Was he making fun of me, or did he really mean it? “Refreshing. It makes me smile, in a good way.”
And I couldn’t explain why his words had me biting my lip so I could contain the smile that was trying to distort my face.
